Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1

Max Dorsey never imagined he’d wake up under a woman in a woman’s bed. Brielle snagged his collar and planted a wet kiss on his neck, ensuring she left a telling mark before releasing him.

“Morning, Uncle Max.”

After the greeting, she leaned in for a passionate good morning kiss on his lips.

Max’s hair was a tousled mess, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled, his hand playfully squeezing her neck. “Brielle, you’re quite bold.”

Taking him for a ride, she certainly was bold.

His grip tightened.

Brielle’s face turned a deep shade of red as she flashed him a charming, breathless smile, “Life is too short, better make every moment count, right?”

Max paused, a frosty glint in his eyes as he let her go and reached for his clothes.

“Uncle Max, where are you off to now?”

sent shivers down one’s spine. “Off to pick out a plot

away sheepishly, “You’re really

a black rosary bracelet giving him an otherworldly air. He was the Dorsey family’s fifth son, commonly

were tense, and his dark eyes, slightly lowered, were tinted with

It looks like you want to preserve my whole body. Should I say

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of ruthlessness surged in his eyes. His long finger

Describing her as breathtaking wouldn’t be an exaggeration, but she was vain, pretentious, and pompous, the

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have a flamboyant beauty, rather a delicate and soft air, her expressions softening her

in his eyes receding, but his grip on her grew firmer. He

tense up. He wasn’t flirting: he was appraising her like an item

“Can’t Spencer satisfy you?”

was Brielle’s fiancé,

in bed with her best friend,

What a delightful game!

Uncle Max? I assure you, there’s nothing untoward between